It has been since an unfortunate event in December that I was no longer to enjoy life (food) to the fullest - chicken wings, burgers, sandwiches, wraps, rice paper rolls, spring rolls, peaches, crackers, apples, sushi, biscuits, pork rolls... especially beer were dropped out of my thoughts. This list could actually go on forever. I couldn't properly dine with somebody without awkwardly chewing on items off my fork, asking for a fork and knife when I had, (stupidly and) absentmindedly ordered a Burger, and making a fool of myself, peeling apart my saucy Chicken Wings at a danky pub, sipping a gorgeous pint of Dieu Du Ciel through a straw... and once that piece of Pulled Pork strings on to pull down a side of my dentures, then seeing the look of complete utter shock on my fellow diner's face, yup, that was a completely different story.

A long [insert a ridiculous amount of heart-felt adjectives here] process, and here we were, finally, in the month of July, gazing into my elevator reflection. I was ready to conquer the world. My first step? Finding the nearest sandwich shop and snatching up a tasty one to happily and proudly nibble on.

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7 West will be the last-resort place I will take all of my dates (I could have used another word). It has the loveliest ambience. Upon my mate's simple suggestion of a place to go to after I requested to go to a place that is quiet and dark, he was quick to respond, 7 West Cafe. Made up of three levels, the third being apparently the coziest, we had to settle for the second since, to our misfortune, the third was under construction. We were seated in a perfect spot anyway, cornered off with mellow music and dim lights. The biggest beauty of it all, is that it's open 24/7. I'm a bit over my head to say, but this evening onwards is what changed my entire mindset, I have a slight attachment to this place.

The night was perfect. I never felt that anything else could be so right.